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Jan. 15th, 2014 11:36 pmI started off yesterday pretty low. I worked my way out of it. It was very much a case of just moving and doing things and holding onto the hope that I might feel less out of my skin. And I did. I can deal with my back being something I can't mess about with for the moment. I thought I might be able to run today but after doing a bit of walking it seemed like I might be pushing it a bit. And that was okay. I was moving as it was.
Yesterday we signed all the contracts for the new house. We can begin moving in on the 28th. There was this whole thing with our current estate agent (who handles this house) where she couldn't quite fathom a way for us to pay our rent on the first of the month. She set up the contract with a little overlap so that we could move over a period of a couple of days and so the contract said we are due with the rent on the 28th. Mr. Jenner said, "Is it possible to speak to the landlord about changing the date to the first from here on out?" The estate agent in her wisdom said, "well I could ask him if you could be three or four days late with the rent." WAIT WHAT WHAT WHAT? NO THAT IS NOT WHAT WE ARE SAYING. Where did we say that? I breathed through my nose and my head tilted just a little to the right, and I blinked in a manner that indicated that I was not amused, and that this woman might have put too much stupid in her coffee that morning. We eventually got it sorted so that we paid a little extra money for those few days of January and that we would pay the rent on the first of the god damn month. It became a thing. Because everything is a thing. We found out that our landlord lives near by, so we are hoping to by-pass the idiot convention that is the estate agent's office, and deal directly with him from here on out. I suspect we could get things done quicker in that fashion.
Today I took Miss Biscuit too the doctor (Dr. German nice-lady!!!) as her symptoms/situation hasn't improved. (lower intestinal issues galore.) They will do some tests, she offered a prescription if things are truly miserable, and then she gave Miss Biscuit a sticker with a bunny on it for her time. That doctor has an excellent bedside manner. She ruled out a number of possibilities and Miss Biscuit may have caught some random infection from all that wild living she engages in.
The rest of the day I played with Miss Biscuit. It was a long involved play involving some felt board figures, some doll-house dolls, and some animal figurines. Some were my friend D. and her little dog Tiny. I think my favourite was the felt-board figures who she deemed to be her Uncle G, his friend I, Auntie Kiki, and her boyfriend E. We had to whisper the entire time they were going on adventures to the farm via the train. I am not sure why but she said it was important we whispered. So we did.
We also made plans to make cupcakes. They have to be pink. That may be tomorrow's activity.
Then we had to examine some patients. She was the Doctor. In fact she said her name was Doctor Doctor Dentist. I was called Nurse Mama. Got that. We saw many patients, and handed out a lot of shots. Busy I tell you. It is the flu season after all. After that she needed to rest with a little cbeebies. Somewhere in there I tidied a bit, and planned dinner. And went through the kitchen a bit to get a sense of what needs to be organized for packing/moving. I need to go through each room and see what I can get rid of. I also need to take things to charity shops. TAKE MY THINGS.
Senor Onion told us at dinner about how they are learning about different kinds of materials in science, and how they are learning about India this term. (and assorted items that come from there.) He also has an invite to a friend's birthday party. It has the theme of "Famous Five" which sounds pretty clever. The birthday girl in question is the girl who has obviously been smitten with Senor Onion from the beginning. Their teacher remarked gently that the two tend to be awfully tactile. I think this is in reference to the fact that they are kind of like puppies. (it was only brought up because they sometimes distract one another in class.) I am not bothered by it and it isn't like they do it to bother/hurt one another. As long as it is a kind of consenting situation, (I don't want Senor Onion pulling on her hair or haranguing her all in the name of it being "attention". Because no one likes that.) it is okay.
I am reading a book by Lucy Worsley called, "If They Walls Could Talk". I watched the tv series she did, and this is the book that went with it. It's all about four rooms of the house and how things evolved/developed over time and their histories. The bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom/toilet, and the living room. It is breezy and entertaining, (much like the author) and much of it was stuff I knew, but it is always fun to read about stuff like this. I like domestic history since it is sometimes the closest glimpse we get into the lives of ordinary women through-out history. (since there isn't A LOT out there.) It can be a good way to understand/learn about the history of women's work. What cracks me up are Worsley's commentary and comparisons. If you have ever seen any of her programs you might know what I am talking about. She has a good sense of humor, and a giddy nerdy side. I am finding this to be good comfort reading for the bath.
Today has been easier. Maybe tomorrow I will go for a more brisk walk and try out a tiny bit of running. If I take some Tylenol before I go out, I should be okay.
Yesterday we signed all the contracts for the new house. We can begin moving in on the 28th. There was this whole thing with our current estate agent (who handles this house) where she couldn't quite fathom a way for us to pay our rent on the first of the month. She set up the contract with a little overlap so that we could move over a period of a couple of days and so the contract said we are due with the rent on the 28th. Mr. Jenner said, "Is it possible to speak to the landlord about changing the date to the first from here on out?" The estate agent in her wisdom said, "well I could ask him if you could be three or four days late with the rent." WAIT WHAT WHAT WHAT? NO THAT IS NOT WHAT WE ARE SAYING. Where did we say that? I breathed through my nose and my head tilted just a little to the right, and I blinked in a manner that indicated that I was not amused, and that this woman might have put too much stupid in her coffee that morning. We eventually got it sorted so that we paid a little extra money for those few days of January and that we would pay the rent on the first of the god damn month. It became a thing. Because everything is a thing. We found out that our landlord lives near by, so we are hoping to by-pass the idiot convention that is the estate agent's office, and deal directly with him from here on out. I suspect we could get things done quicker in that fashion.
Today I took Miss Biscuit too the doctor (Dr. German nice-lady!!!) as her symptoms/situation hasn't improved. (lower intestinal issues galore.) They will do some tests, she offered a prescription if things are truly miserable, and then she gave Miss Biscuit a sticker with a bunny on it for her time. That doctor has an excellent bedside manner. She ruled out a number of possibilities and Miss Biscuit may have caught some random infection from all that wild living she engages in.
The rest of the day I played with Miss Biscuit. It was a long involved play involving some felt board figures, some doll-house dolls, and some animal figurines. Some were my friend D. and her little dog Tiny. I think my favourite was the felt-board figures who she deemed to be her Uncle G, his friend I, Auntie Kiki, and her boyfriend E. We had to whisper the entire time they were going on adventures to the farm via the train. I am not sure why but she said it was important we whispered. So we did.
We also made plans to make cupcakes. They have to be pink. That may be tomorrow's activity.
Then we had to examine some patients. She was the Doctor. In fact she said her name was Doctor Doctor Dentist. I was called Nurse Mama. Got that. We saw many patients, and handed out a lot of shots. Busy I tell you. It is the flu season after all. After that she needed to rest with a little cbeebies. Somewhere in there I tidied a bit, and planned dinner. And went through the kitchen a bit to get a sense of what needs to be organized for packing/moving. I need to go through each room and see what I can get rid of. I also need to take things to charity shops. TAKE MY THINGS.
Senor Onion told us at dinner about how they are learning about different kinds of materials in science, and how they are learning about India this term. (and assorted items that come from there.) He also has an invite to a friend's birthday party. It has the theme of "Famous Five" which sounds pretty clever. The birthday girl in question is the girl who has obviously been smitten with Senor Onion from the beginning. Their teacher remarked gently that the two tend to be awfully tactile. I think this is in reference to the fact that they are kind of like puppies. (it was only brought up because they sometimes distract one another in class.) I am not bothered by it and it isn't like they do it to bother/hurt one another. As long as it is a kind of consenting situation, (I don't want Senor Onion pulling on her hair or haranguing her all in the name of it being "attention". Because no one likes that.) it is okay.
I am reading a book by Lucy Worsley called, "If They Walls Could Talk". I watched the tv series she did, and this is the book that went with it. It's all about four rooms of the house and how things evolved/developed over time and their histories. The bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom/toilet, and the living room. It is breezy and entertaining, (much like the author) and much of it was stuff I knew, but it is always fun to read about stuff like this. I like domestic history since it is sometimes the closest glimpse we get into the lives of ordinary women through-out history. (since there isn't A LOT out there.) It can be a good way to understand/learn about the history of women's work. What cracks me up are Worsley's commentary and comparisons. If you have ever seen any of her programs you might know what I am talking about. She has a good sense of humor, and a giddy nerdy side. I am finding this to be good comfort reading for the bath.
Today has been easier. Maybe tomorrow I will go for a more brisk walk and try out a tiny bit of running. If I take some Tylenol before I go out, I should be okay.
